whatever it takes

"but they don't know the meaning of what we have," leona lewis.

She sighed softly, rubbing her eyes tiredly with the back of her hand. Countless papers were in front of her, coating her desk in white. The clock ticked, impatiently, in the corner, reminding her of the time she was flittering away. The time she was wasting, thinking of happier times. War was upon them, and even she felt it nowadays. She had to finish this, and get it passed, or her, and the Senate were doomed.

She turned in her chair, watching as speeders raced by, the small, blinking white headlights lighting their path. Padme groaned, stretching her legs out, closing her eyes against the world, lying her head down on the papers, murmuring softly.

He had been on the news yet again today. That was how she learnt of his recent activities. The news. It pained her to admit that, to admit that he didn't message her anymore, seemingly didn't care if she was worried, half-to-death, over him.

Anyway, he had won his latest battle, and was now returning home. Butterflies swarmed in her abdomen at the idea. How would he be, after all the bloodshed he had seen, and al the people he had killed? Would he be changed, or would he still be her sweet Ani, hers forever?

Had war changed him dramatically?

Padme shook her head roughly, sending messy curls flying. The clock ticking; and she struggled to bring her pen to paper, struggled to form a half-decent thought. How could she write, when he was speeding home, towards her? How could she concentrate, when all she could see was him?

The door hummed, but all else was silent, aside from her deep breathing. Head in her hands, she struggled to regain focus. Her fingers parted, and eyes snapped open, when she heard boots thumping in the hallway. Her heart leapt up in her throat, and she smoothed down her dress, standing up.

The door opened, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

And, then, his hands were on her shoulders. "Thank god," she muttered out, turning to face him. He smiled down at her, wiping her tears with a gloved finger. She grasped his hand tightly, bobbing her head down, sobbing softly.

Anakin crushed her to him, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back. She hiccupped softly, shaking her head trying to clear it of emotion.

"I missed you," he whispered, taking a seat, her body on his lap. She laughed in the skin of his neck, hands grasping the material of his uniform. "I mean it," he told her, titling her face to gaze into her eyes. Padme smiled softly, fingers tracing the scar narrowing missing the top of his left eye.

"I dreamt about you," she confessed, laying her head down on his chest. He stretched out, scattering papers everywhere. "Every night, when you were away. I was so scared. I thought you were dead."

He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I'm sorry for not messaging you," he said, grasping her hand once more. "There was no privacy to be able to, and if I had, Obi-Wan would have been suspicious."

"I have news," she told him, muttering against the soft fabric of his shirt. Hs heart thumped in his chest softly, and his throat dried up. Is this was he thought he was? Remnants of his dreams still flittered around his mind, foggy, blurry images appearing whenever he closed his eyes.

"Mmm?" he asked, twirling a brown strand of hair around his finger.

She looked up at him, brown eyes fluttering closed. Murmuring happily, she whispered, the clock ticking softly in the corner, "I'm pregnant."

His heart stopped. "What?" he croaked out, throat dry.

"Pregnant," Padme looked up at him, fingers caressing his dirt-streaked cheek softly. "I only just found out, though."

He shook his head, trying to clear it, before placing a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm happy," he told her, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "I'm happy we're going to have a baby."

She smiled at him, before lying back down, closing her eyes. Once he was certain she had drifted off, he let out a deep breath he had no idea he had been holding in. Pregnant. He sighed.

That changed everything.

His dreams had been of her dying, and now, finally, he knew the reasoning behind her death. His child, the baby that had both created lovingly, would kill her.

And, in the darkness of her office, Anakin Skywalker made his choice, his blue eyes on his wife, and a hand over his mouth, stifling his sobs.

Darth Vader….

And, here we are, arriving at my last chapter for Gaze Into The Window. I won't be gone from the Star Wars world for long though. Some of you might rememeber my -horrible- fic, Moonlight Reflects Everything But Itself. Well, guess what? That's coming back, in a sense. Totally redone, and I finally have a plot. Padme's more tough, and Luke's perfect. Ani's still evil, thank gods, and his redemption might not even happen. Wink. Who knows?

Note: Just realized that I used Leona Lewis for the first and last chapter. Oh, well.

Reviews are love, and I long to hear your thoughts. There's not better time than the present!